a giant cup of crazy

when she arrived home

from work

at the end of the day,

my ex found me

perusing

the book she left on the coffee

table.

tantric sex,

her name was inscribed

inside the cover of

the new and improved

illustrated version

with color photos.

what are you doing with

that book, she asked,

hands on her hips.

how dare you look at

that book,

what's wrong with you?

i was just getting some

ideas.

it's your book.

i thought you left it out

for me to see.

she stormed off

slamming doors behind her.

angry.

just another typical day

in my married life with her.

again, no sugar for me.